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Janet Boswell
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Growing up, I was always embarrassed that my mother’s name was Syble. I wished her name was Betty, Ann, Mary, Grace, maybe Kathleen… but, Syble, this was simply not a normal mother name.  (I, now love her name and wish we had another Syble in the family.) W...
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There's always an Easter snap...
Years ago, Steve and I were visiting Savanah. We planned our trip in early spring thinking the weather would be perfect during our stay. Warm days, cool nights were predicted and we packed accordingly. We arrived to absolutely beautiful weather and enjoyed ...
There's always an Easter snap...
There's always an Easter snap...
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It's a stretch...
Several years ago, I wanted to hang some very heavy wind chimes on a tree branch that was way out of my reach. I was sitting outside with Bonnie and Bos, my sister-in-laws, and my niece Audrey, when I got the sudden urge to hand these wind chimes. I had bee...
It's a stretch...
It's a stretch...
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What a way to bring in the new year...
If you had bet me at 10:30 pm on December 31, 2016 that at the stroke of midnight I would be ringing in the new year with two handsome young men and a policewoman, while I lay on my driveway in a big bear hug…well, I would have lost that bet for sure. Now t...
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Dirty windows...
One of the reasons I fell in love with my new home was the windows. All the rooms are filled with large old windows, allowing natural light to flood each space. I loved the thought that, because this house was built before air conditioning, every window wou...
Dirty windows...
Dirty windows...
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Old photos, what am I to do with them???
One of the many boxes, I packed while moving, was an extremely large box, about the size of a refrigerator box, that I filled with nothing but old photos. In past homes, I have always had ample storage space and never thought twice about the massive amount ...
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Minimalist, schminimalist…
The art of packing.   I wrote in my earlier blog that I spent 3 months packing. I worked diligently to wrap each breakable item, carefully stowing each piece, labeling every box with its correct contents and marking each in order of necessity. Pod 1 holding...
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Minimalist, schminimalist…
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Hello, my name is Janet and I am a consumer...
Yep, I hate to admit, but I do love my stuff. I really try not to love stuff. I see something cool, out-of-the-box different and it has my name all over it. I try my best to stop and think, where will you put it? Do you need it? Don’t you have 12 white shir...
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1+4+ a zillion moving boxes = Crazy Chaos
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder has always seemed foreign to me. I think of myself as a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, catch-as-catch-can, willy-nilly, pell-mell type thus, the purchase of: 1) an old truck that lasted for 17 days 2) an old dog, I do so love Luc...
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Early morning visitors...
Pre-dawn hours when sleep is still hovering, I find myself stirred awake by early morning visitors. Often times, in the wee small hours of the morning I feel the gentle tug of my covers and the ever so slight pressure of weight on my mattress. I turn, open ...
Early morning visitors...
Early morning visitors...
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